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happened if he’d have tugged her panties down, flipped her skirt onto her back, and fucked her silly with his massive cock. The muscles of her vagina clenched in response, reminding her of its empty state. She rubbed harder, picturing him slamming into her from behind, each stroke taking him deeper than the one before, driving her crazy as he hit her g-spot over and over.

The orgasm hit hard, her muscles locked and she lurched forward into the spray of the shower. She coughed and sputtered as water streamed into her mouth and nose. She jerked back, almost falling in the slippery tub, embarrassed to be fantasizing about something she should be glad never happened. Who knew how many women the man had accosted? Surely she wasn’t the only one. That miserable thought dampened her ardor and chased her out of the shower.

In deference to the heat, she dressed in a yellow sundress that had spaghetti straps, was banded at the breasts, and fell to mid-thigh. Her nether lips were still swollen and tender, so she bypassed the underwear drawer, choosing instead to go without.

Still a little unsettled, she poured a tall glass of iced tea, sweetened to perfection, and stretched out on the couch with the
Cosmo
magazine she’d purchased while out and about. She was going to enjoy what was left of her evening if killed her. There was time enough to eat later, once she figured out what she wanted to cook.

Tameka had only read half the magazine when the doorbell rang, shocking her. She’d only been here a week and didn’t know anyone. She glanced out the window and saw a large, gleaming black pickup truck parked behind her car. When she peered through the peephole, she saw the back of a fairly large male with white-blond hair. “He must have the wrong address,” she muttered.

Tameka cautiously opened the door. “Can I help you?” She stared in shock as the man turned around. “I hope you like Chinese. I got a variety of entrees, not knowing which kind you preferred.”

Officer Wilson pushed his way past her and into the house.

“I’ll set these down in the kitchen.”

Tameka gaped at him, too stunned to say anything.

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goo gai pan, and sesame chicken. I also brought some of those crabmeat wontons to go with our dinner, and of course, no Chinese meal is complete without egg rolls. I didn’t get any drinks. If you don’t have anything, water’s fine,” he called over his shoulder before disappearing into her kitchen.

After awhile, Tameka realized she was still standing by an open door, letting all of the cool air out. She pushed it closed and followed him into the kitchen, where she could hear the sounds of cabinets being opened. By the time she entered, he’d already located the plates and glasses and was staring into the fridge.

“Sweet tea. Good. That will go great with our food.” He pulled the glass pitcher out and set it on the counter.

“What are you doing here?” She stood in the doorway with her arms crossed under her breasts.

He snapped his finger. “That reminds me. I forgot to give you your license back.” He reached into the back pocket of the faded, worn blue jeans he wore and pulled something out. “Here you go. License, proof of insurance, and registration. Got to have them. You don’t want to get stopped without them. Come on.

Dig in. There’s plenty, unless you’ve already eaten?” For the first time he hesitated, looking strangely uncertain.

Tameka found herself rushing to reassure him. “No, I haven’t. I couldn’t make up my mind.”

She put the paperwork in her purse and took a plate, filling it with food. No sense letting it go to waste. She needed to eat and, as he’d said, there was more than enough. “You’ve invited yourself into my home. Don’t you think I should know your name?”

“My name is Chadleigh Wilson. Since I’m intimately acquainted with the way your pussy feels, call me Chad.” Tameka, who’d just popped a piece of chicken in her mouth, promptly choked and coughed violently.

Chad took the fork from her hand and lightly patted her back. “Food go down the wrong way? I hate it when that happens. Here, drink some of my tea.”

Tameka drained half of it before handing back the glass.

Chad picked up his plate and glass and headed into the living room. “You got any good movies?”

Bemused, Tameka just watched him go. If he’d been 17

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obnoxious, she would have kicked him out, but he was behaving normal, if treating a woman he’d just met like they’d been friends for years could be considered normal. She took her food and drink and followed, wondering when her life had turned into a sitcom—an R-rated one, that is.

“Movies are on the book case.” Tameka didn’t read books, but was a huge movie buff. Her floor-to-ceiling bookcase was filled with VHS tapes and DVDs.

“Holy hell, woman! Look at all of these movies. You’ve got a great collection.” He went through the titles, pausing every now and then to pull one out and read the cover.

“
Speed
! I love this movie.” Chad pulled it out and stuck it into the DVD player. Grabbing both remotes, he came and sat next to her on the couch. Once the movie played, he picked up his food and began eating.

Tameka ate, dividing her attention between Chad and the television. He wasn’t joking. He really liked this movie. He was totally engrossed.

When she was finished, she rose to put her plate in the kitchen.

“Babe, while you’re up, will you pour me some tea?” he asked distractedly, holding out his cup.

Tameka took the cup with a faint, “Sure.” When had she become his babe?
When he gave you two orgasms,
her libido taunted. “Oh, shut up,” she told it under her breath.

Tameka refilled both glasses and grabbed the wontons before returning to the living room. After placing them on the coffee table, she sat and nudged Chad. “Want one?”

“Thanks.” He took the bag, selected a wonton, and handed the rest back to Tameka.

She ate one, and then another before handing the bag to Chad to finish the remaining. When he was done, he balled up the bag and tossed it on the table. Then he reached out and tugged until she was leaning against his side, his arm around her shoulders.

After the liberties he’d taken earlier, it would be foolish of her to complain about something as simple as this. So, deciding to just go with the flow, she relaxed against him and watched the rest of the movie. Her attention fractured when his thumb grazed 18

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her nipple. She thought it an accident until he did it again, and again. A quick glance showed him to be still engrossed in the movie. By then, her nipple was puckered. Chad toyed with it, by all appearances, unaware that he did so.

By the time the credits were rolling, Tameka was a shivering bundle of arousal.

“Thank you for a nice, relaxing evening.” Chad lifted her chin and slowly lowered his mouth to hers. His lips brushed hers, seeking, tasting, and learning its shape. He suckled the upper lip before claiming her lower one. Then his tongue swept out and licked the seam of her mouth, requesting entrance.

When she opened, his tongue dipped inside in teasing forays, engaging her tongue then fleeing, advance and retreat. He taunted her until she found herself trying to capture his tongue with her own.

She failed. He was too quick. She clutched his head, holding him to her and thrust her tongue deep into his mouth, seeking more of his distinctive flavor. He stopped playing and allowed her to kiss him, then he took control.

He plundered. There was no other word for it. The force of his possession drove her back until she lay underneath him on the couch, her head lightly resting on its arm. She tilted her head to the side to give him better access as his mouth traveled from her lips to her neck, while mindlessly tugging on his t-shirt.

“Take it off. I want to touch you.”

A shudder went through his body. Chad drew the t-shirt over his head and tossed it to the side, then dove back in for another kiss. Tameka ran her hands over his shoulders and back, then every bit of skin she could reach. She pressed kisses all over his face and nibbled his ear lobe, running her tongue around the edge before dipping briefly inside.

His breath hitched. Then his hands grasped her hips and pulled until she lay flat on the couch. “Open up,” he instructed with a pat on her thigh.

Tameka didn’t think twice. She raised her left leg, allowing him to settle between and wrapped her legs around his waist once he was in position.

Chad yanked the straps of her dress down to her elbows, baring her breasts. He muttered something that sounded 19

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suspiciously like a prayer for strength and closed his eyes, his head thrown back, giving her an excellent view of the strong column of his neck. When his eyes opened, they blazed down at her. Had she thought his eyes cold? They burned as though lit from within.

He palmed her breast, lifting it before latching on and suckling like he expected milk to flow. Tameka captured hold of his head and arched her back, clutching him to her breast. His suckling was causing a reaction in her womb, and her legs tightened around his waist. She rubbed against him, resenting the fabric that kept her naked cunt from his bare skin. “Fuck me, please.”

“Soon. I’m not going to rush. There’s so much I want to do, I don’t know where to start.”

That’s not what Tameka wanted to hear. It had been so long since she had a man, and she’d never had one that made her feel like this. She was so consumed by lust, she vibrated with it.

Chad popped her other breast in his mouth. He drew strongly upon it, causing Tameka to yelp.

He let go. “Too hard?”

“No, just right. Don’t stop.”

His eyes glowed. Tameka blinked and looked again, but his head was down, mouth already tugging while his tongue laved her nipple. Must have been a trick of the light. His hand reached between their bodies and palmed her slit. She forgot his eyes, her name, and everything else that didn’t involve what he was doing to her.

He parted her nether lips and probed inside with a finger.

“You’re so wet. I want to taste.”

Chad scooted down her body until his mouth was level with her pussy, leaned forward and inhaled. “You smell so good.” His voice was guttural.

Tameka thought he’d ease into it. Maybe a lick here. A swipe of the tongue there. Chad didn’t. He dove in. He opened his mouth over her slit and pushed his tongue into her channel, slurping. “Mmm, delicious. More,” he demanded and like a slave, her body obliged. She actually felt the gush of fluid that rushed forward in response to his command.

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did to her. She bucked under him, trying to throw him off even as her hands pulled his head closer. He growled and the vibration went straight to her core and gathered in her clit, feeling better than any vibrator she’d ever tried.

“Mine.” He clamped down on her hips, prohibiting all movement. Something sharp scraped her mons.

Teeth
, she thought with her last functioning brain cell.

“Come!” All thought processing ceased as her body exploded in immediate compliance with his demand.

“Mmm,” he moaned between slurps. “Again. Come again.” He growled, then bit her clit.

The vibration, combined with the pinch of pain, sent her over the edge and she screamed.

Before the sound faded, Chad had her flipped over onto her belly. There was a ripping sound, and then hard hands jerked her ass up into the air. Something smooth and round brushed against her vulva the barest second before she was deeply impaled.

He pounded into her, his balls slapping against her mound.

The force of his strokes pushed her forward until her head was jammed against the arm of the couch. Wet, suctioning sounds competed with the smack of flesh upon flesh as his hips repeatedly slammed against her behind. Chad’s fingernails dug into her hips a second before he gave a mighty roar. He drove in to the hilt and she felt his cock pulsing inside as his seed was released into her body.

He slumped over her back, gulping air as his cock slowly softened and oozed out of her body with a flood of moisture. The nails biting into her flesh eased as his grip loosened. “Damn, that was…”

“Incredible,” she completed, the weight of his body pushing her further into the cushion.

“Yeah. Incredible. Are you all right? I didn’t hurt you, did I? I don’t always know my own strength.” His hands stroked from her hips to her belly.

“I’m fine. I think I’m locked into place, though.”

“What?” His body stilled. She couldn’t even hear him breathe.

“I don’t think I can move. My knees feel like they’re locked into position.”

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“Oh. Give me a second and I’ll help.” She felt his chest expand against her back as he took a deep breath. On the next inhale, he braced his hands beside her head on the couch and pushed up. Wiry hair brushed against the sensitive folds of her sex as he sat up and pulled her with him, his arm a band around her waist.

She flopped back against him, head lolling on his shoulder, body boneless. “Just leave me. I’ll sleep out here. I don’t have the energy to move.”

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